King's P.O.V

They knew something was wrong that night. The longing they felt changed into a screaming desire to protect. Immediately Aro and Marcus tried to phone Amaryllis and the rest of the guards, while Caius ran to the closest plane with Jane and Alec on his tail. After several long, dreadful minutes, Demetri picked up.

"Where is she?" Aro's desperation flooded his usually composed tone. Marcus stared at the phone, holding an unneeded breath.

"She's gone. We were returning from the Cullen's residence and came upon these… things. They killed multiple guard members and ransacked the house. A lot of us are still alive- or at the very least reforming- but they took Amaryllis. I think I can track him…"

"Well then go get her!" Aro roared in anger. Demetri's voice wavered as he continued.

"…but we are too weak as it is right now to go after her. The three of them that are still alive are extremely powerful and we don't know how much more there could be. If we go in and chance it, only to perish, than there will be no chance of finding her. I'm even having a difficult time catching the creature's scent. If I died then no one else could find her. He must have some type of shield ability that is similar to Amaryllis's." The voice cut off as Aro's phone crumbled in his hand.

His mate was in danger- terrible danger, and he let it happen. Aro saw her smile, remembered the warmth of her soft skin, the beautiful sound of her voice. He should've locked her up in the tower like he wanted to before, but he didn't and now he could lose everything. Every damn move he made in his relationship with her has been a misstep. Rage was devouring him whole, leaving him to only stand there shaking. Marcus turned into a statue at the initial shock, but then started shouting out orders to the guards. He wasn't there to protect his previous love, but was still gifted by the gods with a beautiful and powerful true mate. Marcus would not fail her like he failed Didyme. The guards were terrified because they have never heard or seen such fire from their morose master and instantly jumped to do whatever he told them.

Aro finally released his full rage and destroyed the ancient table that had priceless books on top of it. As he stood among the wreckage, his mind went at full speed on plans for bringing those idiotic pieces of shit to justice. In the course of 30 minutes, Marcus and Aro were on the next plane heading to Forks, Washington.

Lilith's P.O.V

I was playing checkers with Maria, when the hidden mind link to my mom shivered. My eyes widened and I looked to Dad. It has shaken before to alert that she was in danger but this was different. Dad could feel it too. He sat on our cushy couch in a regular tee shirt and baggy pants. His glossy black hair was messy but stylish. He was in his mid-thirties, but when he turned into a vampire his already young face looked younger making him look to be in his mid-twenties. Dad had a thin lipped smile that quickly faded while his blood red eyes widened. Maria flashed over to him and grabbed his shoulder. She had silky hair the color of night and sharp features that countered her motherly nature.

"Darling what's wrong?"

We gave each other a knowing look, before dad found the words to speak aloud.

"She's been kidnaped by one of them." Dad sounded surprised- like he didn't expect that outcome which fueled my resentment. He was the cause for the group abandoning her and although the rest had good intentions, we both knew damn well that he didn't. Dad had an unrequited love for mom that turned him bitter towards her. The others never understood my anger at him, but he did.

"Are you sure it's not just the Volturi? She is mated with the kings isn't she? Maybe it's one of their enemies," Maria countered softly. I shook my head. No, we couldn't be sure about the cause, but this feeling of dread was concrete.

"It's them. I can't see into her mind, but I just know," I spoke up, "Regardless if it is them or not, we should go save her. Didn't we used to be a group that was constantly there for one another?" I stood up and glared at the two. I've grown to be the equivalent of a 13 year old, but they still treat me like an infant sometimes. I remember with crystal clarity the way the group was before fear gripped our souls. This was an argument I constantly threw at him, but as always he deflected it.

"She is one of their main targets. If we go to get her, all that we had done to sever the ties between her and us will be for nothing. I will not endanger you pepper," Ezra reasoned, voice softening temporarily when he said my nickname, "Besides, she apparently has the whole Volturi clan to take care of her now. She doesn't need us."

Maria and I did not miss the bitterness in his tone just then. My full lips formed a thin line. I had escaped from the home twice since my mom left in an attempt to find her, but dad's telekinesis powers were a real pain to counter, even if I was much faster than him. It also doesn't help that he's smart, strong, and can even teleport short distances. It's like he was made just to keep me trapped in my room. Even if I decided to play nice right now, I knew he would keep a closer reign on me. My only hope would be to call for help. Suddenly Maxum and Arjana flashed in my mind.

I was eternally grateful for my mind link abilities. There is no way dad would ever let me call them- those who were in the mist of fighting were too dangerous for me to contact. I opened up the channel in my thoughts, feeling myself reaching for them. If I can't help her, maybe they can.